fall
September 16, 2008
we fall into
bed like jumping into
the ocean welcoming
the undertow of
our dreams and
gravity’s
effect.
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
we fall into
bed like jumping into
the ocean welcoming
the undertow of
our dreams and
gravity’s
effect.
September 16, 2008 at 8:05 pm
ahhhh… …sounds flowing: humid and etherea; where time isn’t quite linear and the light diffuse…
September 16, 2008 at 10:57 pm
RC are you having sex? i hope you’re married good buddy…
September 16, 2008 at 11:39 pm
yeah boy. don’t forget the moon’s pull…